Supermarket Flowers

I bought myself some supermarket flowers

As modest as the kind of life I'm living now

A solitary gift might seem a little sweet and sour

Maybe, but I sure do like my supermarket flowers

Though I know it's not much

It's the kind of little touch

That brings me such a solid sense of home

A solitary gift might seem a little sweet and sour

Maybe, but I sure do like my supermarket flowers

I place them in the pitcher on the table

And let 'em shed their petals one by one

These wilted yellow roses that I handpicked in the aisle

Can keep a man like me contented all the while

Though I know it's not much

It's the kind of little touch

That brings me such a solid sense of home

A solitary gift might seem a little sweet and sour

Maybe, but I sure do like my supermarket flowers